1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King

Almost every moment, countless unstable domains in the Moon Realm appeared or disappeared like bubbles.

Those Moon Realm domains might have originated from a person’s wail before death, a widow’s dream, or a drunkard’s Will-O-Wisp.

Some of them were so ephemeral that it was difficult to say that they had ever existed. Some of them might have appeared since the Bronze Age.

Just like how human thoughts were constantly changing, the Moon Realm was also constantly changing.

Almost every moment, the Moon Realm domains constantly changed, like a strange map of clouds. All the Moon Realm domains collided, fused, and rejected one another. One couldn’t truly determine the exact location of a domain.

Therefore, if one wanted to confirm the exact coordinates of the Moon Realm domain, there was only one way—an anchor.

There were two types of anchors. One was to anchor a certain coordinate in Currere to a certain Moon Realm domain, allowing people to find the corresponding Moon Realm domain through the specific geographical location in Currere.

As for the specific operation, it was to chisel open the World Shell and open the Moon Realm rift.

The second method was to anchor the Moon Realm Overlord who ruled a certain Moon Realm domain and get him to provide the real-time coordinates of his domain to those who wanted to enter.

The prerequisite for this method was that the Moon Realm Overlord was in a normal state. At the very least, they could be communicated with normally.

Of course, this didn’t include the Void Sovereigns.

With the size of the Void Sovereigns, They were like a hurricane on a cloud map. They were the storms that stirred the Moon Realm.

One could see the huge Moon Realm domain ruled by Them as long as one stood at a high vantage point.

As for the Father of the Crows, he was in deep sleep after his soul was shattered, so he couldn’t provide anyone with his coordinates in the Moon Realm.

After hearing the Crow Feather Prophet’s words, William remembered that there was such a thing.

“Therefore, what shattered your master’s soul back then? The Void Sovereigns?” William asked the question he had been holding back from asking.

If the Father of the Crows was Coles Jackdaw, it was difficult for him to imagine what other than the Void Sovereign could shatter his soul.

The Crow Feather Prophet shook his head and said, “We don’t know about this either, but when we occasionally resonate with Master’s soul in our dreams, he will describe the matter of his soul-shattering as a despicable betrayal.”

“Despicable betrayal…”

William subconsciously repeated the Crowman’s words and had a guess—a very bad one.

There was indeed another possibility. In fact, this should be the greatest possibility.

However, he hadn’t considered this possibility at all.

This was because he would rather believe that the Void Sovereigns had invaded Currere again not long after he left than believe that this would happen.

A civil war among the Judges…

After sealing the Seven Calamities and resolving the Moon Realm crisis, if there was anything in Currere that could threaten the safety of a Judge, William could only think of another Judge.

But was that possible?

William found it unimaginable.

It wasn’t that the Judges’ relationship was as harmonious as brothers. Because their races, countries, and growing-up environments were different, a few of the Judges often didn’t get along with each other. It was even common for them to quarrel or propose combat sparring.

However, that was all.

After all, everyone joined the Judges with the same belief of getting the Vic Continent out of the Moon Realm’s influence. Coupled with the comradeship they had built up over so many battles, no matter how conflicted they were, it wouldn’t end up with them pointing their swords at each other, right?

William recalled the outcome of every Judge in the epilogue.

Some retired and returned to ordinary life; some couldn’t resist the spirit of taking risks and continued traveling the continent; some returned with honors and were supported as leaders by the citizens of their hometowns.

In short, it was a peaceful atmosphere.

Coles was also hired by the Storm Kingdom in the epilogue to become a research scholar in Myriad Feet City’s Moon Realm. He led a busy and fulfilling academic life and could be considered to have returned to his old job.

The world could not fall into chaos because of his departure.

Forget it, forget it…

Without conclusive evidence, William decided not to let his imagination run wild.

He asked the Crowman, “Do you know where the four soul fragments are?”

In any case, the truth would be revealed as long as the person involved was found. It was meaningless for him to speculate.

Moreover, it wasn’t certain if the Father of the Crows was Coles.

At the very least, the Coles in William’s memory would never be willing to make a deal with the Void Sovereigns, nor would he make such a Silence oath that would tear apart someone’s soul just by saying his title.

Of course, William couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t do such a thing. After all, a millennium was long enough to completely change a person.

The Crowman lowered his head and said, “The leader of the Crows in Currere has already collected and safeguarded one piece. The remaining three pieces are confirmed to be underground in Blacklight City, used by the Astral Council to suppress the Demon Generals under the Void Sovereign Absurdity Jester. The other piece is in the hands of Platinum City’s Empress Erin, and another piece was previously sealed in the Holy Sepulchre deep in Thorn City’s graveyard, but it seems to have fallen into the hands of the Void Sovereign’s Lord of Nightmare. Therefore, we can’t count on this piece…”

With that said, the Crow Feather Prophet revealed an extremely regretful and indignant expression.

In fact, in the Crows’ intelligence network, they were the earliest to determine the location of the soul fragment in the Holy Sepulchre and were the most determined to obtain it.

As for the other two fragments, one was buried under the heavily guarded Astral Lighthouse. Moreover, as long as it was moved, a Demon General whose strength had reached the Divine Realm would be released. As for the other, he had to go to the Platinum Palace where countless powerhouses were presiding. Moreover, because there was too little specific information, he didn’t even know if it was still in Empress Erin’s hands, let alone where the soul fragment was hidden.

However, after seeing the warning written on the stone plaque that the wraith hadn’t dissipated, the Crows didn’t dare to remove the seal directly. It wasn’t easy for them to reach the point where they could remove the seal this year before another group of Lunar Monsters came to the Holy Sepulchre to begin preparing for some ritual.

The Crows originally planned on sneaking in to retrieve the fragment after the Lunar Monsters’ ritual ended, but they only learned some time ago that the price for Lord of Nightmare’s aid in the ritual was that soul fragment.

As long as the item fell into the Void Sovereign’s hands, it could never be retrieved.

With this in mind, he continued, “Fortunately, three soul fragments are barely enough. It’s just that we’ll have to take many detours in the Moon Realm and waste a lot of time…”

William looked thoughtful. He stared at the other party’s face for a while before opening his palm.

The Crowman looked at William’s outstretched hand in confusion.

“Presiding Judge, this is?”

With a flash of lightning, pitch-black crow feathers appeared in William’s hand.

“If it’s the soul fragment in the Holy Sepulchre, I’ve already gotten it back from Zamara.”